In the beam of light flooding the hall, the splatter of bone and blood sloughing down the wall turned black, like it absorbed the light and was too far turned to reflect it. The blood only shimmered as it slipped and that solid cast of light bobbed, catching it at the right angle with every other heavy step until the light dimmed and revealed the pair of glowing blue slits above it and Iron Man was kneeling beside Wanda, the remains of some poor, infected bastard sticking to the toes of his boots.
"They said they sent you up here. Thought you might like a flashlight," he said, trying to sound as calm and casual as possible because she was looking about done with this whole situation and he really didn't need anyone else losing their mind. That mutant who could set himself on fire had caused enough trouble; some of the city was still burning.
Tony hadn't meant to hang around long, just touched down with the intention of getting some clean water and heading back to the halls of Dillard where it had been difficult discerning whether the whole student body had stayed behind to tough it out with a massive party. Until Iron Man got close enough to have one vomit blood down his front. It was really the chewing on his arm that assured him this was the one party in the world he wasn't invited to. And there he was, gate crashing to splatter Jungian Psychology 101 and Logic for Incredibly Annoying Dinner Party Guests III all over the esteemed halls. He was always the most interesting guy in the room.
When he had returned to the hospital, he hadn't meant to really care when he had offhandedly asked the nearest guy who didn't look like an idiot how everyone was doing. Of course, there wasn't much restful sleep, and maybe a few of the soldiers were abusing the pharmacy already. They sent Wanda on alone, though? Okay, they were all idiots. Tony's whole life was a constant reminder of how incredibly stupid everyone else was.